Chapter 53: Evil God Seed·Fire Six
"Mo Li... Mo Li..." Yun Che called out her name, his heart clenching tightly. The intensity of the poison erupting within her body was more than ten times greater than that time four months ago. After all, back then, she had only dealt with two Spirit Xuan Realm cultivators, which already left her in agony. This time, however, she had instantly killed a true dragon at the King Xuan Realm! The difference in the profound force she had to use was like heaven and earth.
Mo Li would not be unaware of the consequences of killing this Flame Dragon. But she had no choice—if she didn't act, Yun Che would die, and if Yun Che died, she would surely perish as well.
Intense self-blame stabbed at Yun Che's heart like a knife. During the infiltration of the Flame Dragon's cave, Mo Li had advised him against it three times in a row, emphatically warning him that a true dragon's treasures would always have power seals set by the dragon itself, making them not so easy to obtain. But he had gone anyway, without any hesitation... He indeed possessed enough courage and boldness, but one thing he might have unconsciously overlooked was that he was no longer the Yun Che who had once dominated the continent. He was now merely a small fry at Level 4 of the Initial Xuan Realm, facing a terrifying King Xuan beast. Even the slightest carelessness would cost him his life, and drag Mo Li down with him.
And such consequences had finally come to pass.
"I'm sorry, Mo Li... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have disobeyed you. I shouldn't have been so reckless..." As he sensed the changes in Mo Li's body through his hands, Yun Che's heart tightened more and more. He repeated apologies to her over and over... But no amount of apologies or regret now could undo the situation.
Mo Li's lips moved slightly, but the sound she made was barely audible.
Her body grew colder and colder, gradually becoming semitransparent without him even noticing.
Although Mo Li's body was only a half-real, half-illusory form sustained by Yun Che's life force, it served as the vessel for her soul. If this body disappeared, then her soul, lacking a vessel, would scatter and then be completely devoured by the poison.
"Mo Li!! Mo Li!!"
Clenching his teeth, Yun Che desperately unleashed the purifying power of the Heavenly Poison Pearl with his left hand while shaking her body forcefully with his right, hoping to awaken even a trace of her consciousness. Finally, he saw her pale lips part slightly once more. Yun Che froze, then quickly brought his ear close to her lips...
"I... don't... want... to die... haven't... avenged... Mother... and Big Brother... haven't... killed... them all... I... don't... want... to die..."
Mo Li's voice was extremely faint. Even this close, it was almost impossible to hear clearly. But that weak voice caused a violent turmoil in Yun Che's heart...
Four months ago, when Mo Li first appeared before him, he had sensed an inexplicable familiarity—a feeling very similar to who he himself had been back then. She was so young, so beautiful it was almost unreal, and she called herself a princess, which meant she should have grown up surrounded by the adoration of thousands. Yet her beautiful eyes were always filled with coldness and indifference. When she killed, there was no fear or reluctance on her tender face—only cruelty... and an unchanging coldness.
Now, he finally understood what that feeling, similar to his former self, was...
It was hatred!
After he turned seventeen on the Cang Yun Continent, he lived in the shadow of his master being forced to death. At that time, his heart was filled with nothing but hatred—endless hatred. Back then, his eyes, his coldness, his cruelty... were probably very much like what he saw in Mo Li now.
But back then, he was seventeen, at least considered an adult. Mo Li, however, was only thirteen this year. He couldn't imagine what kind of hatred could force a girl who should have been an angel into a cold, cruel demon.
In her recent muttering, she had referred to herself as "I" instead of "this princess." This discovery stirred complex feelings in Yun Che. Her consciousness was nearly dormant at that moment, and the words she spoke in this state came from the depths of her soul. It meant that those three words, "this princess," were not her habitual self-address, but something she deliberately used to remind herself of something at all times.
A feeling akin to shared suffering sprouted deep within Yun Che's heart, merging with his profound guilt and self-blame. He began shaking Mo Li's body even more vigorously, shouting loudly: "Mo Li, wake up! Don't lose consciousness! We made a deal—you gave me a new profound vein, and I haven't yet done what you asked me to do! Are you willing to just leave like this?! And besides, you are my master, Yun Che's master, but you haven't taught me anything yet! You can't be such an irresponsible master! Wake up, wake up!!"
But no matter how desperately Yun Che urged the Heavenly Poison Pearl or how forcefully he shook her, Mo Li showed no further response. Her small face had lost all remaining color, and her body was becoming more and more transparent. Although he could still feel her physical presence, through her chest, he could almost see the sand and gravel on the ground below.
A chill ran through Yun Che's heart, and he nearly ground his teeth to pieces. He slammed his fist hard against his forehead, but the sharp pain did nothing to ease his torment... It's all your fault! Why didn't you listen to Mo Li! Your life isn't just your own anymore—it's also Mo Li's! In the end, she had to save you with her own life! You're the one who killed her!!
Gnashing his teeth, Yun Che vented furious self-reproach. Blood slowly dripped from his battered, torn forehead onto the scorching ground. Watching the quickly drying blood droplets, Yun Che was momentarily stunned: "Blood... that's right, my blood!!"
Mo Li had connected her life to his by drinking his blood. Even her half-real body was born from his blood and life force. At the same time, his body was fused with the Heavenly Poison Pearl, which meant his blood might have extremely strong poison resistance!
Suddenly grasping at a glimmer of hope, Yun Che didn't hesitate for even a second. He extended his left arm, then, with the tip of his right finger, slashed a long, deep wound across his left arm. Blood began to drip down. He carefully used his fingers to part Mo Li's bloodless lips, letting his blood trickle between her lips bit by bit, while pressing hard on his shoulder to make the blood flow faster.
"Mo Li, I won't let you die... Absolutely not!
If only for that year, and the oath I once made..."
The blood flowed quickly, falling into Mo Li's parted lips. But immediately, strings of blood beads slowly seeped from the corners of her mouth... Her consciousness was completely gone; she couldn't swallow on her own.
Yun Che frowned. After a brief hesitation, he lifted his arm and bit down on his own wound, sucking hard. After drawing a small mouthful, he lowered his head and gently parted Mo Li's lips again: "If you can wake up, no matter how you punish me, I will willingly accept it..."
Murmuring softly, Yun Che lowered his head and pressed his lips gently against hers, carefully and slowly transferring the blood from his mouth into hers. He then blew gently to help the blood flow down from her mouth into her body.
Mo Li's lips were extremely pale, yet incredibly soft and smooth, making Yun Che unconsciously want to linger a moment longer. After transferring one mouthful, he immediately returned his lips to the wound and sucked hard again. When his mouth was full, he again carefully transferred it into Mo Li's mouth.
After repeating this several times, the wound on his arm began to heal, making it harder to draw blood. Yun Che immediately raised his right hand and slashed another deep wound beside the first one. Blood once again dripped down...
Blood was continuously transferred into Mo Li's mouth. By the time the fifth wound appeared on Yun Che's arm, nearly one-fifth of his blood had flowed into Mo Li's body. A heavy dizziness began to weigh on Yun Che's mind. But just then, he noticed that Mo Li's body was no longer becoming more illusory; instead, it was gradually becoming clearer. The intense poison reaction sensed by the Heavenly Poison Pearl was also calming down slowly, like a flame doused by rain.
Success... Did it work?!
A surge of joy filled Yun Che's heart. Without hesitation, he reached out again and cut a sixth wound on his left arm. His entire arm was numb with pain, but his heart was filled with elation... Since his blood could really save her, what was there to spare?
The human body loses more than one-fifth of its blood in a short time, leading to functional decline; more than one-third causes shock; more than half leads to death...
Yun Che, with his extraordinary medical knowledge, was well aware of all this, yet his movements never slowed or faltered. He continued to add fresh wounds to his arm.
Until he could no longer resist the overwhelming dizziness in his head. His vision went blank, and he collapsed against the stone wall behind him, unconscious...
In his hazy consciousness, the image of a girl he had always tried not to think about slowly emerged...
Those seven years lived in hatred—to gain greater power, he trained relentlessly, covering himself with wounds every day, countless times at death's door. And each time, she would gently apply medicine to his wounds, bring him delicious meals, mend his tattered clothes, make his bed... And the next day, she would silently watch him leave.
She was the only warmth in that period of his life, the only harbor where he could find peaceful sleep.
But at that time, his heart was filled only with hatred. Except when he struggled back to her side, battered and wounded, he never gave her any companionship, never bought her even a single hairpin, never made her any promises, and never even smiled at her...
Until that day, when she lay in his arms, leaving forever. Her gaze and her voice at that moment became a permanently indelible pain in his heart...
"...Every wound on your body... becomes a wound in my heart... But I have no regrets... Being the girl who accompanies you in your solitude... though painful... I am also very happy..."
"...Brother Yun Che... If in the future, when you are lonely, there is a girl willing to stay by your side... then she must be an angel sent to you by heaven... Don't let her be hurt again... okay..."
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[He who obtains Mo Li obtains the world!!]